Me & My Rotti
By WYLTK.
When I was a teen, I let a friend’s horny dog lick my pussy, but it went no further than that because my friend was nearby, and I didn’t want to get sprung, but it was so good.
Anyway, not much occurred between then and now in that area. Apart from guys, sex, children, and marriage, I never thought about doing ‘the dirty’ with animals, and I am now 35 years old.
Then, about two years ago, my husband worked at a large sheep station in the middle of Western Australia. It was 3000 hectares of arid bushland, and he worked away a lot, so there were just the kids left at home alone and me.
We had no dog, and someone kept jumping our back fence and snooping around our backyard. I think they were searching for pot, which my husband sometimes grew for personal use, but there wasn’t any because he wasn’t there to grow it, and I didn’t smoke it that much to bother with it myself.
But I got sick and tired of this creep coming into the yard, so I decided to get myself a dog to protect me while Dion was away and deter the freaky intruder.
I looked in the paper and came across a litter of Rottweiler cross Mastiff puppies for sale for five hundred dollars each and decided to go and take a look at them. The mother had a large litter of fourteen puppies, and they were all adorable, but I settled on one medium-sized dog that came and sat on my lap and made himself quite comfortable there.
The kids were stoked to have a puppy to play with, so we took him home to get acquainted. I named him ‘Onya’ after an aboriginal I had met while hitchhiking to Adelaide.
Because I am not one for howling puppies at night, I would let him sleep on my bed, and if I felt him wake up, I would take him out to the toilet. Also, I was not keen to leave him in the backyard alone because I did not trust whoever was entering our yard at night and was worried they might steal him. I also wanted him as a guard dog, so I did not want him socializing with anyone outside of the family while he was young. Otherwise, there would be no point in having a guard dog if he would let everyone in the neighborhood waltz in!
On the second night, he woke up and wandered around the bed, so I got up and took him outside. I took him out the front because I was paranoid about going into the backyard, and also, there is a bright street light out the front that illuminates our yard, so I can see anyone and be seen.
It was two am, and I picked up the puppy and took him out for a pee, placing him on the front lawn. Ironically, I was coming out of the front door when I heard footsteps coming from down the side of the house from the backyard, coming towards me. Darn. The bastard was in my backyard again!
I froze, unsure of what to do because it was dark out there, and I was alone and had no idea if this person was big, small, male, or female. I didn’t want to put myself in a threatening position where I might get hurt.
I could still hear the footsteps coming toward me. They hadn’t realized I was there yet.
I couldn’t see through the gate into the backyard, and I was not prepared to confront this person, so I walked out onto the front lawn with the pup into the light of the street lamp and began talking to the dog.
“There you go,” I said. “Go on, go to the toilet. There’s a good boy.”
I heard the footsteps immediately stop as they listened to my voice. I continued to talk to the dog and ignored the intruder. I kept myself out of their sight so they could not see Onya or me, as I did not want them to see he was just a pup.
After the Onya had done his business, I took him back into the house again and ignored the person in the backyard, hoping it would be enough to scare them off at the thought that they almost got caught.
I went back into the house and turned on the kitchen light to give them a final message, and then Onya and I went back to bed. We walked Onya every day, and I think the intruder got the message because I never heard them again in the backyard or jumped my fence at night.
Onya grew and grew and turned into a big, beautiful doggie.
*****
After the kids went to school, I slept in one day. I woke up and decided to have a shower. Onya had habitually followed me around the house, and he often followed me into the bathroom, sat by the door, and waited for me to come out.
I came out of the shower, dried off, and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom naked to get dressed. Onya followed. I have never been the neatest of people when it came to the bedroom, and most of my clothes were on the floor as I hadn’t done any ironing or folding, so I bent down to hunt through a pile of clothes for something to wear. I couldn’t find panties as most were in the dirty washing. So I got down on my hands and knees to see if any had wound up under the bed, and that is when I got a surprise.
Onya was unknowingly behind me, and as I got onto my hands and knees to look under the bed, a tongue went right up between my legs!
I jumped at first, turned round, and growled at him, “Cut that out!”
Startled at how I yelled, he darted out of the way, and I went back to searching for a pair of panties. Then there he was again, tongue-searching. It felt nice and led me back to the memory I had forgotten of my friend’s dog when I was a teen.
So I decided to kneel there and let him lick at me for a bit. Dion was away, and I was horny without him there, so what harm could be done by letting a dog lick my pussy? At least it wasn’t another man, and Dion would never know!
He licked and licked, and it felt terrific, so I rolled over and lay on my back on the bedroom floor so he could have a better go. Oh, he liked that. I liked it too. It felt good to have his big rough tongue lapping at my pussy juices and eating me out! He was burying his tongue as deep into me as he could get it. Licking and licking, I spread my legs wider, held my lips apart for him with my fingers, and let him go for it.
He had me loudly moaning as he licked and licked, and I was fantasizing about what my husband would think if he were to walk in the door right then and there and see me getting lapped by a dog. He was miles away, and I had no idea what he would think if he knew. It best to keep this mine and Onya’s little secret.
I played with my nipples while Onya went to town on my wet, horny cleft until I could feel that wonderful tingling inside and knew I wasn’t far from climax. As I got closer and closer to cumming, I thrust my hips up, shoving my pussy into Onya’s face, and came all over his tongue, making him lick me even more.
I wanted more. I wondered if I could get him to screw me? His cock was poking out a little, and I wondered if I could teach him to have sex with me. I wondered what it was like to screw a dog, and it took me back to the memories of dogs humping each other in the street and watching the male gripping the female tightly with his front legs and ramming into her. This made me wet to think about, so I thought I might try it.
I started to jerk Onya off first to see his reaction. I didn’t want to hurt him and had never done this before, so I just rubbed him nice and gentle for a while, squeezing his cock firmly, and it must have turned him on because he began thrusting in my hand. The tip of his penis had become swollen and hard, and I noticed it looked bigger than before. He was horny, and so was I. Therefore, I got onto my knees and showed my backside, with my dripping pussy, to his face.
He was back into eating me out again in an instant, and although I enjoyed it, I wanted a good fucking, so I backed up against him. At first, he kept walking backward and licking me, then he tried to mount me but kept going to one side and poking my leg. Whenever I tried to move in the right direction toward him, he would hop off, walk around me and then try a different spot to hump me, like my face.
I wasn’t that keen on sucking swollen doggy dick yet. It was bad enough that I was here in this position, trying to let a dog screw me as it was. I was fighting with all the morals from my upbringing and thinking, ‘I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s so wrong, yet it felt so good and right. This wasn’t as easy as I thought because Onya was jumping all over the place, keen to go but not knowing where to put it. He was humping my leg, side, and face anywhere but where I wanted it to go.
I stood up, feeling a bit frustrated and horny by now. “Dammit!” I grumbled. “What the hell am I thinking?”
Onya stood staring at me, cock half poking out and wagging his tail. “Bloody dog. ” I grumbled.
I decided to have another try. I put a blanket down on the floor to give my sore knees a bit more padding for a start, and whenever Onya tried to mount me in the wrong direction, I stopped kneeling, stood up, turned my back end to him, and tried again.
Finally, he got the message to hump the right end, but he kept getting on, missing, and getting off, so I backed up to him on hands and knees and cornered him against the corner of the wall so he had nowhere to go. I could feel his cock poking at me, and then suddenly, HOORAY! He was inside my cunt and humping wildly.
He was still bouncing all over the place and fell out a few times, but I managed to get him back into me quickly enough, and he got the hang of staying in one spot. I could feel his cock swelling and growing inside me, getting bigger and bigger, and it was the most fantastic feeling as he continued to ram himself into me. I had never felt anything like it.
Then suddenly, he fell out again, so I got him back into position and tried again. This time he missed my vagina and went up my asshole. I wondered about this as I have never had anal sex, but I was so horny, and it felt good, so I let him go for it anyway, deciding not to care which hole he was fucking.
He screwed and screwed, and his cock grew inside my ass, and it felt so good. I was moaning loudly, and then I felt him give one more final thrust and blow his doggy load into my moist tight ass. That was all well and good until he tried to pull out. He tried to pull off me, and it hurt like hell! I could feel my ass not wanting to give. And he was pulling. I was suddenly panicking and thinking, we’re stuck, and if he pulls out, he will hurt me!
I am trying to tell him to stay, and he is having none of it. This being my first time, I had no idea about the knot, and if I had known, I would never have let him fuck that ball of flesh onto my asshole. So he gives a huge tug, and I scream. He rips his cock straight out of my ass. God, it throbbed like hell.
I checked myself. A little blood but nothing serious, even though I throbbed for a good hour afterward. Well, that’s the last time I let him fuck my asshole. I learned my lesson that day. But it wasn’t the last time I let him fuck my cunt. He has kept me company many times since then.
The End.
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